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A happy end excedeth all pleasures and riches of the worlde
The shinyng season here to some,The glory in the worldes sight,
Renowmed fame through fortune wonne
The glitteryng golde the eyes delight.
The sensuall life that semes so swete,
The hart with ioyfull dayes replete,
The thing wherto eche wight is thrall,
The happy ende exceadeth all.
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